Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.